[ He hears it first, ears swiveling back toward the tell-tale crackle of electricity. The smell of ozone quickly follows. He can't be fast enough to stop it, not without his tome, but he is fast. Like a rabbit. He jerks to one side, the lightning catching him in the side instead of full in the back.
It's still enough to take him off his feet. He hits the ground hard, one hand clamped over smoldering skin. Still, he tries to scramble to his feet. Still, he tries to move. ]
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It's still enough to take him off his feet. He hits the ground hard, one hand clamped over smoldering skin. Still, he tries to scramble to his feet. Still, he tries to move. ]